Hey everyone. I'm a long time reader first time poster. Thought i'd take the time and effort to write my first fictional post. Part 1 is below... pt 2 to come. I've always had a thing for shorter, really fit and toned women and thought i'd try and come up with something. Comments welcome.
Part 1
Renee signed. It had been a long day. A long week really. Her shoulders ached and her legs were sore & tired. She was looking forward to the evening though as she walked from her office to her car. Her husband had promised her a “special night of surprise” and she had to admit to herself that she was excited. With Andrew, anything could happen when he said that. So far she’d been whisked away to the mountains on romantic getaways, been treated to expensive dinners, taken horse riding, bunjee jumping, the list goes on. She could honestly say to herself that she was happily married. She dumped her things in her car and got in, shivering slightly – the first chill of the fall air hitting her neck.
“I cant wait to get inside and warm up” she thought. She hated the cold and much preferred summer.
She drove home in anticipation of what the night would hold.
*flash to another scene*
A man walked from his office building towards his car.. a wry smile on his face. He wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Average guy, average build, average looking. But mentally he knew he had an edge over most people. Thought ahead of what they did. Knew what they didn’t. Saw what they missed. He’d been thinking about this night for a long, long time. He knew Renee thought she was going out for a night with her husband. She’d even had the balls to boast about it to him with how much she was looking forward to it. The reality would be very, very different for her. He chuckled to himself, almost comically. He was finally going to teach her a lesson. For too many years, every day Renee had taunted his dreams with her toned, slender legs leading down towards chiseled calves and cute little feet holed up in teasing high heels, her shapely breasts and hourglass figure. That cute little giggle she let out when she was flirting. He slipped his pack off his back and into the car, all his supplies ready. He started the engine and drove towards Renee’s house, rehearsing in his mind what his steps would be.
Renee got home and decided to take a shower. She wanted to look her best for her husband. She undressed and soaked up the warm water. When finished, she got out and admired herself in the mirror. She’d always done that and rather liked the way she looked naked. She’d kept her figure well in to her 30’s – a result of years of ballet and jazz dancing when she was younger. She had well toned thigh and calves, running down to cute little size 6 feet, and a nice butt. She was proud of her butt.. it drove her husband crazy. She dried off and padded around the bathroom and bedroom barefoot, and picked out her underwear for the occasion. A new bra she’d just purchased, that clasped together in the front, and lacy little bottoms that tied together at the hips on each side with a bow. She put them on and then picked out which heels she was going to wear, putting them on and standing in front of the mirror.
The man drove his car for the last few hundred yards with the headlights off.. slowly pulling up to the corner near Renee’s house. He had to be careful. Didn’t want to arouse any suspicion. Although he knew from doing his research the neighbours would probably think nothing of him. They hadn’t, so far. He got out, grabbed his pack and walked up to the house, taking out the lock picking mechanism he’d sourced. He worked out that it actually opened doors much more quietly than keys did. Just a simple little click.. no risk of rusty locks noisily turning and squeaking. The door opened quietly as he expected, and he moved towards the stairs, going up them stealthily….
Renee still stood in front of the mirror, wondering what to do with her hair, which was now almost dry but lazily hanging. She sort of liked that- it suited her. She took once last glance down at her heels and confirmed she’d made the right choice- they were just the right height and made her legs taught, her butt perky. She turned around to go back to the wardrobe, and suddenly a hand out of nowhere grabbed her over the mouth.. and then… BLACK..
Water… water dripping somewhere in the distance. Faintly.. and a humming sound, like a generator, or motor. No, a heater. It must have been a heater. Renee was coming too groggily and slowly taking in the sounds and her surroundings. She was having trouble remembering what had happened. Ah yes! But that cant be right.. she was grabbed from behind in her own bedroom and now she was…… where??
She looked down and around and found herself strapped to a strange looking padded table, her hands bound above her head and lying horizontal on her back. Her legs were together and straight out, weirdly enough strapped to the table from the knee down with several leather looking straps. She tried to wriggle and jerk her legs around, but to no avail. They were held fast. Her feet were hanging just over the edge of the table ever so slightly because she could move her ankles around. Her hands however she could move around slightly, but not enough to touch her own head. She craned her neck. It looked like around each of her wrists was wrapped a brown leather cuff, tied tight and connected to a small metal chain, leading up to a metal ring at the head of the padded table. A small panic hit her and she wondered what she was wearing.. she couldnt believe she didn’t check earlier. She looked down and still had her underwear on, thank god. Her shoes too were still on which was relieving. Whilst she didn’t mind walking around barefoot in her own home, elsewhere it made her feel…. vulnerable. She could never explain why. What was worse however, was that she was gagged. Some sort of rubber ball with a hole in it, she could feel from her tongue. So she could still get a little breath through her mouth which was good. She looked down at the floor.. concrete it looked like.. and it looked cold. But the air wasn’t cold.
She must have been in a basement of some sort she thought, because it was actually warm enough that she wasn’t shivering in her underwear. She tried to scream out. “HHHHHEEYYEYYYGGGHHHHHHHMMMFFFFFF!” Nothing.
And then a sound.. from upstairs she thought. Footsteps walking overhead. She head a door handle turn behind her and the sound of shoes on stairs, coming closer. She heard another door open.. her heart started beating faster and faster. She could feel her chest pumping with panic and anticipation. “WHWHHHRRFFHHGGMMMMFFFFFFFF!” She yelled out and tried to break free. No use. The footsteps moved closer to her and then around her. Her heart was still beating like crazy as she saw a man of roughly average height and build standing in front of her with a ski mask on.
“Hello Renee” he said. “I’ve been watching you for a long time now, and waiting for this night for many months. It’s no use struggling by the way, I’ve ensured that your bonds are nice and tight. You’re not going anywhere soon”.
What the hell was going on here.. Renee thought. Who was this guy? Did he seriously think he could do this to her and get away with it?? She knew her husband would be waiting for her at home. She wondered what time it was.. and realized she had no way of knowing how long she was blacked out. If its been longer than half an hour or so she knew Andrew would start to worry and would probably be taking action by now. Hopefully this guy in the ski mask had left some trail or clue at the house to lead to his whereabouts.
“Don’t worry about your husband” The man said.” I’ve taken care of the situation. He wont be following us here”.
“Fuck” she thought. What the hell did he mean by that? Was Andrew hurt? She hoped not. She could feel herself really starting to panic now.. what did he have in store for her? Her heart started thumping harder in her chest and her breathing started up more rapidly.
“Were all alone Renee. Just you and me. And were going to have a wonderful time together. Or rather, im going to have a wonderful time”, he beamed. “You are going to have to be re-educated. We have some work to do but im confident you can pull through it”.
“WWHJHHAHJAHHHVHVVVFFMMFMFMMFFMF!” Renee yelled, through her gag. This was pissing her off. She had to admit she was also slightly scared too. More by the minute.
“You enjoy it, don’t you Renee?” He said. “Walking around in your cute little high heels, showing off those cute little legs of yours and wiggling your butt every day, hhmm?? You’ve been driving me nuts for some time now, but im finally going to be able to teach you a lesson. Actions like that bring attention Renee. Attention you may not want, but that now your going to get”
“Fucking hell” Renee thought. What’s she got herself into. She tried to rack her brain to think of who this guy could be. A work colleague? Someone else she met? The man walked over behind Renee and opened his pack and pulled out the contents, setting them on a small roller table near Renee. She tried to look behind her, craning her neck but she couldn’t see anything past the table she was tied down to. Meanwhile, the man finished emptying his pack full of his supplies, and placed them all on the small table. It sort of resembled a dentists tool tray table in a way- tall, small and on wheels. He covered it with a small cloth and wheeled it over to be next to Renee, sitting down on a stool. “I’ve brought many tools with me tonight Renee” the man said. “Your not going to be hurt, I want to make that clear. But how long we spend together depends on how good a girl you can be”.
Renee looked at the small table, and looked back at the man. She was breathing rather rapidly, and shallow now. She could feel her heart pumping ridiculously fast, and she was even starting to sweat from panic. “hhmmmm, sweating a little bit are we?” the man said. He stood up and moved toward her, standing at her side. He trailed a fingertip on her skin, starting at her fingers, moving ever so slowly down her forearm and upper arm, to her shoulder. “AAAAHHAHGGGFFMMFMMFMMFFMF!” Renee yelled, trying to tell the man to stop, but she only got muffled garble come out of her mouth through the gag.
He stopped his finger at her armpit, and paused there, and then slowly started to wiggle it in little circles. Renee squirmed. It tickled. She writhed and jerked her arms and strained against the bonds around her wrists.. but to no avail. “HHAHAHMMMFFMFMFMMMGGHHHF!” she yelled. He moved on slowly, trailing his finger slowly over her collarbone, and down around her breasts that were barely covered by her lacy bra. He moved over to her side and slowly wiggled his fingertip down towards her hip bone as Renee squirmed. He reached the fleshy part just above her hip bone and dug his finger in and wiggled. Renee squealed- muffled, but clear. She jerked her hips up and down and side to side trying to escape his touch. God that tickled. He kept digging his fingers on and added his other hand to her other side, doubling the effect. Renee yelled a muffled sound “GGHHHAMMMMFMFMGGHFFFFF!”.
“Did that tickle Renee?” the man asked.
God yes, it tickled. Renee was terribly ticklish on her sides. “well, we’ll just have to explore that further wont we?”
He upped the pace and used several fingers now. Digging, probing, searching, never stopping. She writhed. She squirmed, she squealed. She bucked her hips. He liked that. He purposely hadn’t buckled her waist down because he wanted to see her squirm. To give her the false sense she could escape. It would be more dramatical that way. More intense. Renee was really sweating now, her chiseled petite body glistening in the dim light. Her hair was already becoming stuck to her face. The man continued digging his fingers in to her sides as Renee let out one last gasp. He stopped. She was panting now, moaning slightly after that little session of torment that lasted a few minutes. “Don’t worry Renee” the man said. “There is plenty more where that came from.. we are only just getting started. After all, we haven’t even touched your legs yet, or those cute little feet of yours”.
She froze. Her eyes wide with fear, breath held. Her feet were the worst spot by far on her body- horribly ticklish. So badly she could barely stand it. She’d once mistakenly kicked her husband after he playfully grabbed her foot and scratched his fingers over her cute soles. “But not just yet” said the man. “We still have work to do”. He moved his hands back up to her armpits and poised them there, hanging deliberately in the air, and then dove in. All ten fingers, scratching and running around every square millimeter of her armpits. Renee thrashed, she screamed a muffled scream, she bucked her hips and panted, straining against her bonds. “AHHAAMMMMAMAMAAHHMMFFGGFFFFGGGMMM!!!!”. The man kept this up for a good 15 minutes, never quite tickling the same spot in her armpits twice. He liked this. Renee was still squirming ever still, trying to move her arms out of the way and pull them down, and almost succeeding if the chains did not pull taught when they did. It made it all the worse for her. And then he stopped. She still thrashed around for a few seconds, her mind not yet registering your tickle torture had momentarily ceased. “Well renee, that was fun wasn’t it?”.
He moved his hands down to her lacy bra, and slipped a finger between the clasp at the front and her perspiring skin. She pleaded with him, with her eyes, and then let out a scream. “NNOOOOOOAAAAHHHHGGGGMMMMM!” shaking her head. He expertly put two fingers together and hooked them around the clasp and twisted two opposite directions. They came apart easily and he slipped the sides of her bra down to reveal her gorgeous natural size C plump breasts. He moved over toward his little table of tricks. “Well, lets see what else we can utilize here shall we?” he said.
He slipped the cover off the table to reveal an array of tools and impliments. Renee wasn’t quite sure she believed her eyes. On the table were feathers of different sizes and lengths, paint brushes of different sizes, toothbrushes, and a small spiked wheel on the end of a straight handle. Who the fuck was this guy??? Renee tried in vain to struggle against her bonds, thrashing left and right. The man went and picked up one of the feathers, a longer softer one. He moved over back towards Renee and her exposed armpits. “You know Renee, the thing about feathers is they are so soft, barely even there really, like the breath of a touch. But they have other useful applications.” He moved the tip towards Renee’s armpit and again paused there. Renee started screaming in protest, now able to know what was coming next. “NNNNOOOOOHHGGHGGMGMGMMMAAGGHHHHHHHHHH!”. The man began twirling the feathers tip in her armpit, slowly at first. Just teasing. He stroked it up and down, and side to side, with Renee thrashing about and screaming all the while, her gag muffling her torment. She began throwing her head side to side and bucking her hips up and down. He moved the feathers tip around in wide circles, around the edge of her armpit. He moved the tip toward a center spot, slowly tightening the circle. Renee was still screaming through her gag. It tickled. God it tickled so much, and he didn’t stop. He just kept going, almost methodically, like there was a process about it or something. He flicked the feather tip up and down in longer strokes now, covering her armpit and then some. Renee’s instincts told her to move her whole body, but her lower legs were totally immobile. All she could do was thrash her upper body from side to side and twirl her feet in circles.
“Careful now little girl” the man said. “We wouldn’t want those shoes of yours to come off too soon would we?”. Renee’s heart was pounding and she was sweating profusely now, beads of it running down her forehead and into the nape of her neck. He picked up another feather and began tickling her other armpit in the same fashion, over and over. Renee’s hair was matted to her head now, wild looking. She thought she was going to pass out. The tickling explosions ran rampant in her armpits and fired in her brain. “HHHHHHHHGGGMGMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” she screamed. The man continued with tormenting her armpits for another 20 minutes and finally stopped. Renee let out a gasp of relief.. of desperation. The man moved over to his table and grabbed one of the small brushes. He moved back over to her torso and began slowly tracing the brush end around her breast, lightly, flicking and twirling. He moved in to flick it over her both her nipples repeatedly and she could feel them getting engorged with blood. She could feel her heart pounding as she tried to fight the automatic response in her body that was turning her on. She could feel it but couldn’t stop it. It was getting to the point where she was mentally begging for the touch to get harder- her body wanting more. But the man kept going with his feather light flicks, driving her crazy. She arched her back, wanting to pull away from him but only succeeding in pushing her breasts closer to him. He admired her torso as she tried to stretch out. Sweat running down her chest to her stomach, across a chiseled mid-section. She was toned, he had to give her that. And it just made him want to make her sweat even more.
Finally he let up. Renee gasped. She gagged. She tried to beg for it to stop. “SSSSSSHHHHHTTTTTTTTMMMMPPPPPPPPP!”. “Well renee, your doing very well. Lets give you a break for a few minutes shall we? Because your going to need it. Next, were going to explore a new part of that sexy little body of yours…” and he let his hand wander down her tanned legs, towards her feet, tapping his fingers as he want. And then he stopped and looked back up at her. Renee could see him grinning under his ski mask. Hell, she could FEEL it. He got up and moved towards the foot of the table, standing at her feet. “Tell me Renee, are your feet ticklish?” “NNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP!!!” she yelled. He stood up tall, stretching his shoulders and back and breathed deep. He had waited a long time for this moment. He got one of the mid length brushes and sat down on one side of her. He moved in and began poking and twirling the tip of it on the top of her foot, with Renee screaming through her gag the whole time. Him delaying things was just making it worse. The anticipation was killing her. He skimmed the brush up and down her foot and around the back of her ankle. He moved the tip in between the point where her shoe met her foot, on the outside, and poked it just through, twirling it as he did so. He moved the brush all around the shoe edge as he went, poking it just through the gap and constantly twiddling the end. It was driving renee crazy. It itched like mad and she just wanted to scratch the hell out of her skin. He paid special attention to her arch and spent a few more minutes there, and then switched to the other foot. It felt like an eternity but was only another 15 minutes. “Very good renee. I’m impressed. You responded better than I thought you would. Now its time to get down to business”.
That line terrified Renee because she knew what was coming next. She thrashed widly around trying to break free of her bonds but to no avail. He watched her as she did so, seeing her torso twist left and right, her breasts bouncing around and gleaming slightly because of the sweat. He loved the way she dd that. He stood up and breathed deep again, and slowly moved both his hands towards her high heels, grabbing a hold of them near the ankle. He could feel his heart pounding and blood racing with anticipation as he slowly lifted them both up and off her feet. Renee tried desperately to prolong it by stretching out her toes and catching the edge of the shoe, but it didn’t do any good. Her cute little digits were too short to have any real effect. He lifted them both free and Renee felt the cooler air touch her soles, which were now also too damp and slippery with just a tiny bit of sweat. And there they were. The man had to admire them.. they were some of the finest most goddamed sexy feet he had ever laid eyes on. Small, cute with a high arch, and tanned. Her toes were to die for, smooth and like cute little buttons. She was still thrashing but the bonds held her good.
Next he moved over to his table and took out two strange looking metal impliments. They resembled an upside down u-shape, with 5 little metal balls across the top, evenly spaced and on the end of a short prodruding piece of metal. He positioned one just above her ankle and pushed down in to the table leg, clicking it into place, and then did the same for the other. “We’re going to take our time here Renee. I need you to be focused”. “Your going to learn that it wasn’t such a good idea to tease me every day by keeping these perfect little feet in those sexy little black heels of yours””.
She was yelling and screaming through her gag now almost constantly. Muffled but barely audible. The man took out a ball of string and began wrapping it around her big toe on one foot, tying it off. He trailed it back to the first metal ball and wrapped it around and tied it off again, testing it to see that it was taught and her toe was pulled back as far as it could be. He then did the same with each of the other four toes on that foot, and repeated the procedure on her opposite foot. He tested his masterpiece by trickling a few fingers up one foot and watching her ensuing thrashing and bucking. All five toes on each foot were now tied back with both pinkish tiny soles completely taught, her foot unable to move or wiggle.
He moved a seat over to her feet and sat down and took a breath. He was so excited he could barely contain himself. He started off by scrabbling four fingers over just one sole. Up and down, side to side and paying special attention to her arch. It seemed to have the biggest effect as she was back to a pretty consistent scream and probably begging through her gag by now. She was trying to wiggle and pull her legs away but they were strapped down tightly to the table from knee to ankle. He slowly and methodically raked his fingernails down her sole from the ball of her foot to her arch and heel in a “come hither” motion- from little finger to index finger, taking his time to never miss a millimeter of skin.”HHHHHMMMMMMMMMFFFFF!!!”. He kept this up for a good 20 minutes, taking his time and enjoying every second of it. Renee tried to yell out “please stop” but only succeeded with a muffled cry. The man then moved straight to her other foot and repeated the procedure. All in all 40 minutes had gone by, and then he stopped. Renee let out a final gasp and a moan, tears streaming down her face.
“Did you enjoy that Renee?” The man asked, as he ran his finger up the underside of one toe, causing a reflex twitch. “MMMMMMMMMMHHHHMMMFMFMFMFFFFFFFFFFFF!!”. Renee tried to scream out how much she hated this guy for tickling her feet. He had them totally immobile and she had no idea how long this was going to last.
The man grabbed a bottle of what appeared to be baby oil off the table and tipped a little into his hands. He began slowly and sensually rubbing it all over Renee’s taught, tormented soles. She moaned. She had always loved having her feet massaged and this was an unexpected break of pleasure. He moved his thumbs in little circles, rubbing it in from heel, up through the ball of her foot and slowly in and around each toe. She squirmed a little.
He moved back over to the table. “Lets see”.. he said. “What else can we use here Renee?”. He picked up an electric toothbrush. “Fully charged” the man said. “Fresh new batteries. Do you know how long an electric toothbrush can go for on a new battery Renee?”. She let out a muffled yell. “Around 2-3 hours.” “MAAAARRRRMMMMMMMPPPHPHPHHHHHHHH!!” she yelled.
................ end part 1.
Part 1
Renee signed. It had been a long day. A long week really. Her shoulders ached and her legs were sore & tired. She was looking forward to the evening though as she walked from her office to her car. Her husband had promised her a “special night of surprise” and she had to admit to herself that she was excited. With Andrew, anything could happen when he said that. So far she’d been whisked away to the mountains on romantic getaways, been treated to expensive dinners, taken horse riding, bunjee jumping, the list goes on. She could honestly say to herself that she was happily married. She dumped her things in her car and got in, shivering slightly – the first chill of the fall air hitting her neck.
“I cant wait to get inside and warm up” she thought. She hated the cold and much preferred summer.
She drove home in anticipation of what the night would hold.
*flash to another scene*
A man walked from his office building towards his car.. a wry smile on his face. He wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Average guy, average build, average looking. But mentally he knew he had an edge over most people. Thought ahead of what they did. Knew what they didn’t. Saw what they missed. He’d been thinking about this night for a long, long time. He knew Renee thought she was going out for a night with her husband. She’d even had the balls to boast about it to him with how much she was looking forward to it. The reality would be very, very different for her. He chuckled to himself, almost comically. He was finally going to teach her a lesson. For too many years, every day Renee had taunted his dreams with her toned, slender legs leading down towards chiseled calves and cute little feet holed up in teasing high heels, her shapely breasts and hourglass figure. That cute little giggle she let out when she was flirting. He slipped his pack off his back and into the car, all his supplies ready. He started the engine and drove towards Renee’s house, rehearsing in his mind what his steps would be.
Renee got home and decided to take a shower. She wanted to look her best for her husband. She undressed and soaked up the warm water. When finished, she got out and admired herself in the mirror. She’d always done that and rather liked the way she looked naked. She’d kept her figure well in to her 30’s – a result of years of ballet and jazz dancing when she was younger. She had well toned thigh and calves, running down to cute little size 6 feet, and a nice butt. She was proud of her butt.. it drove her husband crazy. She dried off and padded around the bathroom and bedroom barefoot, and picked out her underwear for the occasion. A new bra she’d just purchased, that clasped together in the front, and lacy little bottoms that tied together at the hips on each side with a bow. She put them on and then picked out which heels she was going to wear, putting them on and standing in front of the mirror.
The man drove his car for the last few hundred yards with the headlights off.. slowly pulling up to the corner near Renee’s house. He had to be careful. Didn’t want to arouse any suspicion. Although he knew from doing his research the neighbours would probably think nothing of him. They hadn’t, so far. He got out, grabbed his pack and walked up to the house, taking out the lock picking mechanism he’d sourced. He worked out that it actually opened doors much more quietly than keys did. Just a simple little click.. no risk of rusty locks noisily turning and squeaking. The door opened quietly as he expected, and he moved towards the stairs, going up them stealthily….
Renee still stood in front of the mirror, wondering what to do with her hair, which was now almost dry but lazily hanging. She sort of liked that- it suited her. She took once last glance down at her heels and confirmed she’d made the right choice- they were just the right height and made her legs taught, her butt perky. She turned around to go back to the wardrobe, and suddenly a hand out of nowhere grabbed her over the mouth.. and then… BLACK..
Water… water dripping somewhere in the distance. Faintly.. and a humming sound, like a generator, or motor. No, a heater. It must have been a heater. Renee was coming too groggily and slowly taking in the sounds and her surroundings. She was having trouble remembering what had happened. Ah yes! But that cant be right.. she was grabbed from behind in her own bedroom and now she was…… where??
She looked down and around and found herself strapped to a strange looking padded table, her hands bound above her head and lying horizontal on her back. Her legs were together and straight out, weirdly enough strapped to the table from the knee down with several leather looking straps. She tried to wriggle and jerk her legs around, but to no avail. They were held fast. Her feet were hanging just over the edge of the table ever so slightly because she could move her ankles around. Her hands however she could move around slightly, but not enough to touch her own head. She craned her neck. It looked like around each of her wrists was wrapped a brown leather cuff, tied tight and connected to a small metal chain, leading up to a metal ring at the head of the padded table. A small panic hit her and she wondered what she was wearing.. she couldnt believe she didn’t check earlier. She looked down and still had her underwear on, thank god. Her shoes too were still on which was relieving. Whilst she didn’t mind walking around barefoot in her own home, elsewhere it made her feel…. vulnerable. She could never explain why. What was worse however, was that she was gagged. Some sort of rubber ball with a hole in it, she could feel from her tongue. So she could still get a little breath through her mouth which was good. She looked down at the floor.. concrete it looked like.. and it looked cold. But the air wasn’t cold.
She must have been in a basement of some sort she thought, because it was actually warm enough that she wasn’t shivering in her underwear. She tried to scream out. “HHHHHEEYYEYYYGGGHHHHHHHMMMFFFFFF!” Nothing.
And then a sound.. from upstairs she thought. Footsteps walking overhead. She head a door handle turn behind her and the sound of shoes on stairs, coming closer. She heard another door open.. her heart started beating faster and faster. She could feel her chest pumping with panic and anticipation. “WHWHHHRRFFHHGGMMMMFFFFFFFF!” She yelled out and tried to break free. No use. The footsteps moved closer to her and then around her. Her heart was still beating like crazy as she saw a man of roughly average height and build standing in front of her with a ski mask on.
“Hello Renee” he said. “I’ve been watching you for a long time now, and waiting for this night for many months. It’s no use struggling by the way, I’ve ensured that your bonds are nice and tight. You’re not going anywhere soon”.
What the hell was going on here.. Renee thought. Who was this guy? Did he seriously think he could do this to her and get away with it?? She knew her husband would be waiting for her at home. She wondered what time it was.. and realized she had no way of knowing how long she was blacked out. If its been longer than half an hour or so she knew Andrew would start to worry and would probably be taking action by now. Hopefully this guy in the ski mask had left some trail or clue at the house to lead to his whereabouts.
“Don’t worry about your husband” The man said.” I’ve taken care of the situation. He wont be following us here”.
“Fuck” she thought. What the hell did he mean by that? Was Andrew hurt? She hoped not. She could feel herself really starting to panic now.. what did he have in store for her? Her heart started thumping harder in her chest and her breathing started up more rapidly.
“Were all alone Renee. Just you and me. And were going to have a wonderful time together. Or rather, im going to have a wonderful time”, he beamed. “You are going to have to be re-educated. We have some work to do but im confident you can pull through it”.
“WWHJHHAHJAHHHVHVVVFFMMFMFMMFFMF!” Renee yelled, through her gag. This was pissing her off. She had to admit she was also slightly scared too. More by the minute.
“You enjoy it, don’t you Renee?” He said. “Walking around in your cute little high heels, showing off those cute little legs of yours and wiggling your butt every day, hhmm?? You’ve been driving me nuts for some time now, but im finally going to be able to teach you a lesson. Actions like that bring attention Renee. Attention you may not want, but that now your going to get”
“Fucking hell” Renee thought. What’s she got herself into. She tried to rack her brain to think of who this guy could be. A work colleague? Someone else she met? The man walked over behind Renee and opened his pack and pulled out the contents, setting them on a small roller table near Renee. She tried to look behind her, craning her neck but she couldn’t see anything past the table she was tied down to. Meanwhile, the man finished emptying his pack full of his supplies, and placed them all on the small table. It sort of resembled a dentists tool tray table in a way- tall, small and on wheels. He covered it with a small cloth and wheeled it over to be next to Renee, sitting down on a stool. “I’ve brought many tools with me tonight Renee” the man said. “Your not going to be hurt, I want to make that clear. But how long we spend together depends on how good a girl you can be”.
Renee looked at the small table, and looked back at the man. She was breathing rather rapidly, and shallow now. She could feel her heart pumping ridiculously fast, and she was even starting to sweat from panic. “hhmmmm, sweating a little bit are we?” the man said. He stood up and moved toward her, standing at her side. He trailed a fingertip on her skin, starting at her fingers, moving ever so slowly down her forearm and upper arm, to her shoulder. “AAAAHHAHGGGFFMMFMMFMMFFMF!” Renee yelled, trying to tell the man to stop, but she only got muffled garble come out of her mouth through the gag.
He stopped his finger at her armpit, and paused there, and then slowly started to wiggle it in little circles. Renee squirmed. It tickled. She writhed and jerked her arms and strained against the bonds around her wrists.. but to no avail. “HHAHAHMMMFFMFMFMMMGGHHHF!” she yelled. He moved on slowly, trailing his finger slowly over her collarbone, and down around her breasts that were barely covered by her lacy bra. He moved over to her side and slowly wiggled his fingertip down towards her hip bone as Renee squirmed. He reached the fleshy part just above her hip bone and dug his finger in and wiggled. Renee squealed- muffled, but clear. She jerked her hips up and down and side to side trying to escape his touch. God that tickled. He kept digging his fingers on and added his other hand to her other side, doubling the effect. Renee yelled a muffled sound “GGHHHAMMMMFMFMGGHFFFFF!”.
“Did that tickle Renee?” the man asked.
God yes, it tickled. Renee was terribly ticklish on her sides. “well, we’ll just have to explore that further wont we?”
He upped the pace and used several fingers now. Digging, probing, searching, never stopping. She writhed. She squirmed, she squealed. She bucked her hips. He liked that. He purposely hadn’t buckled her waist down because he wanted to see her squirm. To give her the false sense she could escape. It would be more dramatical that way. More intense. Renee was really sweating now, her chiseled petite body glistening in the dim light. Her hair was already becoming stuck to her face. The man continued digging his fingers in to her sides as Renee let out one last gasp. He stopped. She was panting now, moaning slightly after that little session of torment that lasted a few minutes. “Don’t worry Renee” the man said. “There is plenty more where that came from.. we are only just getting started. After all, we haven’t even touched your legs yet, or those cute little feet of yours”.
She froze. Her eyes wide with fear, breath held. Her feet were the worst spot by far on her body- horribly ticklish. So badly she could barely stand it. She’d once mistakenly kicked her husband after he playfully grabbed her foot and scratched his fingers over her cute soles. “But not just yet” said the man. “We still have work to do”. He moved his hands back up to her armpits and poised them there, hanging deliberately in the air, and then dove in. All ten fingers, scratching and running around every square millimeter of her armpits. Renee thrashed, she screamed a muffled scream, she bucked her hips and panted, straining against her bonds. “AHHAAMMMMAMAMAAHHMMFFGGFFFFGGGMMM!!!!”. The man kept this up for a good 15 minutes, never quite tickling the same spot in her armpits twice. He liked this. Renee was still squirming ever still, trying to move her arms out of the way and pull them down, and almost succeeding if the chains did not pull taught when they did. It made it all the worse for her. And then he stopped. She still thrashed around for a few seconds, her mind not yet registering your tickle torture had momentarily ceased. “Well renee, that was fun wasn’t it?”.
He moved his hands down to her lacy bra, and slipped a finger between the clasp at the front and her perspiring skin. She pleaded with him, with her eyes, and then let out a scream. “NNOOOOOOAAAAHHHHGGGGMMMMM!” shaking her head. He expertly put two fingers together and hooked them around the clasp and twisted two opposite directions. They came apart easily and he slipped the sides of her bra down to reveal her gorgeous natural size C plump breasts. He moved over toward his little table of tricks. “Well, lets see what else we can utilize here shall we?” he said.
He slipped the cover off the table to reveal an array of tools and impliments. Renee wasn’t quite sure she believed her eyes. On the table were feathers of different sizes and lengths, paint brushes of different sizes, toothbrushes, and a small spiked wheel on the end of a straight handle. Who the fuck was this guy??? Renee tried in vain to struggle against her bonds, thrashing left and right. The man went and picked up one of the feathers, a longer softer one. He moved over back towards Renee and her exposed armpits. “You know Renee, the thing about feathers is they are so soft, barely even there really, like the breath of a touch. But they have other useful applications.” He moved the tip towards Renee’s armpit and again paused there. Renee started screaming in protest, now able to know what was coming next. “NNNNOOOOOHHGGHGGMGMGMMMAAGGHHHHHHHHHH!”. The man began twirling the feathers tip in her armpit, slowly at first. Just teasing. He stroked it up and down, and side to side, with Renee thrashing about and screaming all the while, her gag muffling her torment. She began throwing her head side to side and bucking her hips up and down. He moved the feathers tip around in wide circles, around the edge of her armpit. He moved the tip toward a center spot, slowly tightening the circle. Renee was still screaming through her gag. It tickled. God it tickled so much, and he didn’t stop. He just kept going, almost methodically, like there was a process about it or something. He flicked the feather tip up and down in longer strokes now, covering her armpit and then some. Renee’s instincts told her to move her whole body, but her lower legs were totally immobile. All she could do was thrash her upper body from side to side and twirl her feet in circles.
“Careful now little girl” the man said. “We wouldn’t want those shoes of yours to come off too soon would we?”. Renee’s heart was pounding and she was sweating profusely now, beads of it running down her forehead and into the nape of her neck. He picked up another feather and began tickling her other armpit in the same fashion, over and over. Renee’s hair was matted to her head now, wild looking. She thought she was going to pass out. The tickling explosions ran rampant in her armpits and fired in her brain. “HHHHHHHHGGGMGMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” she screamed. The man continued with tormenting her armpits for another 20 minutes and finally stopped. Renee let out a gasp of relief.. of desperation. The man moved over to his table and grabbed one of the small brushes. He moved back over to her torso and began slowly tracing the brush end around her breast, lightly, flicking and twirling. He moved in to flick it over her both her nipples repeatedly and she could feel them getting engorged with blood. She could feel her heart pounding as she tried to fight the automatic response in her body that was turning her on. She could feel it but couldn’t stop it. It was getting to the point where she was mentally begging for the touch to get harder- her body wanting more. But the man kept going with his feather light flicks, driving her crazy. She arched her back, wanting to pull away from him but only succeeding in pushing her breasts closer to him. He admired her torso as she tried to stretch out. Sweat running down her chest to her stomach, across a chiseled mid-section. She was toned, he had to give her that. And it just made him want to make her sweat even more.
Finally he let up. Renee gasped. She gagged. She tried to beg for it to stop. “SSSSSSHHHHHTTTTTTTTMMMMPPPPPPPPP!”. “Well renee, your doing very well. Lets give you a break for a few minutes shall we? Because your going to need it. Next, were going to explore a new part of that sexy little body of yours…” and he let his hand wander down her tanned legs, towards her feet, tapping his fingers as he want. And then he stopped and looked back up at her. Renee could see him grinning under his ski mask. Hell, she could FEEL it. He got up and moved towards the foot of the table, standing at her feet. “Tell me Renee, are your feet ticklish?” “NNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP!!!” she yelled. He stood up tall, stretching his shoulders and back and breathed deep. He had waited a long time for this moment. He got one of the mid length brushes and sat down on one side of her. He moved in and began poking and twirling the tip of it on the top of her foot, with Renee screaming through her gag the whole time. Him delaying things was just making it worse. The anticipation was killing her. He skimmed the brush up and down her foot and around the back of her ankle. He moved the tip in between the point where her shoe met her foot, on the outside, and poked it just through, twirling it as he did so. He moved the brush all around the shoe edge as he went, poking it just through the gap and constantly twiddling the end. It was driving renee crazy. It itched like mad and she just wanted to scratch the hell out of her skin. He paid special attention to her arch and spent a few more minutes there, and then switched to the other foot. It felt like an eternity but was only another 15 minutes. “Very good renee. I’m impressed. You responded better than I thought you would. Now its time to get down to business”.
That line terrified Renee because she knew what was coming next. She thrashed widly around trying to break free of her bonds but to no avail. He watched her as she did so, seeing her torso twist left and right, her breasts bouncing around and gleaming slightly because of the sweat. He loved the way she dd that. He stood up and breathed deep again, and slowly moved both his hands towards her high heels, grabbing a hold of them near the ankle. He could feel his heart pounding and blood racing with anticipation as he slowly lifted them both up and off her feet. Renee tried desperately to prolong it by stretching out her toes and catching the edge of the shoe, but it didn’t do any good. Her cute little digits were too short to have any real effect. He lifted them both free and Renee felt the cooler air touch her soles, which were now also too damp and slippery with just a tiny bit of sweat. And there they were. The man had to admire them.. they were some of the finest most goddamed sexy feet he had ever laid eyes on. Small, cute with a high arch, and tanned. Her toes were to die for, smooth and like cute little buttons. She was still thrashing but the bonds held her good.
Next he moved over to his table and took out two strange looking metal impliments. They resembled an upside down u-shape, with 5 little metal balls across the top, evenly spaced and on the end of a short prodruding piece of metal. He positioned one just above her ankle and pushed down in to the table leg, clicking it into place, and then did the same for the other. “We’re going to take our time here Renee. I need you to be focused”. “Your going to learn that it wasn’t such a good idea to tease me every day by keeping these perfect little feet in those sexy little black heels of yours””.
She was yelling and screaming through her gag now almost constantly. Muffled but barely audible. The man took out a ball of string and began wrapping it around her big toe on one foot, tying it off. He trailed it back to the first metal ball and wrapped it around and tied it off again, testing it to see that it was taught and her toe was pulled back as far as it could be. He then did the same with each of the other four toes on that foot, and repeated the procedure on her opposite foot. He tested his masterpiece by trickling a few fingers up one foot and watching her ensuing thrashing and bucking. All five toes on each foot were now tied back with both pinkish tiny soles completely taught, her foot unable to move or wiggle.
He moved a seat over to her feet and sat down and took a breath. He was so excited he could barely contain himself. He started off by scrabbling four fingers over just one sole. Up and down, side to side and paying special attention to her arch. It seemed to have the biggest effect as she was back to a pretty consistent scream and probably begging through her gag by now. She was trying to wiggle and pull her legs away but they were strapped down tightly to the table from knee to ankle. He slowly and methodically raked his fingernails down her sole from the ball of her foot to her arch and heel in a “come hither” motion- from little finger to index finger, taking his time to never miss a millimeter of skin.”HHHHHMMMMMMMMMFFFFF!!!”. He kept this up for a good 20 minutes, taking his time and enjoying every second of it. Renee tried to yell out “please stop” but only succeeded with a muffled cry. The man then moved straight to her other foot and repeated the procedure. All in all 40 minutes had gone by, and then he stopped. Renee let out a final gasp and a moan, tears streaming down her face.
“Did you enjoy that Renee?” The man asked, as he ran his finger up the underside of one toe, causing a reflex twitch. “MMMMMMMMMMHHHHMMMFMFMFMFFFFFFFFFFFF!!”. Renee tried to scream out how much she hated this guy for tickling her feet. He had them totally immobile and she had no idea how long this was going to last.
The man grabbed a bottle of what appeared to be baby oil off the table and tipped a little into his hands. He began slowly and sensually rubbing it all over Renee’s taught, tormented soles. She moaned. She had always loved having her feet massaged and this was an unexpected break of pleasure. He moved his thumbs in little circles, rubbing it in from heel, up through the ball of her foot and slowly in and around each toe. She squirmed a little.
He moved back over to the table. “Lets see”.. he said. “What else can we use here Renee?”. He picked up an electric toothbrush. “Fully charged” the man said. “Fresh new batteries. Do you know how long an electric toothbrush can go for on a new battery Renee?”. She let out a muffled yell. “Around 2-3 hours.” “MAAAARRRRMMMMMMMPPPHPHPHHHHHHHH!!” she yelled.
................ end part 1.
